I keep it real smooth, real chill like, you could spread me on a goddamn biscuit kind of chill. But don't get it twisted, alright? You start running your mouth with some disrespectful, backtalkin' bullshit, and I swear to every goddamn thing that's holy, I'll roundhouse kick your ass into the sun. No joke. I don't wanna do it, but if you make me? Let's face it, I'll do it. Believe that.